TW: MENTIONS OF SA!!
(Please do not read if uncomfortable with the topic)Charlotte
I twist the door handle and push open the office door delicately trying to not make any loud noise. I then step into the office and I clear my throat.
I take in the office as much as I can in the span of seconds. As soon as you walk in you are faced with a gigantic dark brown wooden desk that faces the door occupied with a black office chair. Right in front of the desk there sits a sleek black couch facing the desk.
The floor was plastered in a dark wooden textile and there were pictures of all of the most famous movies and actors the studio had produced. Finally there sat book shelves along one of the walls and along one of the very long walls it was all covered in long windows. They were so considerable that you could see the Hollywood sign from here.
"Mr.Ryde? It's Charlotte Evans. I'm ready." I speak quietly and nervously.
The office chair that was facing the wall now turns around to show me the older man. He was about 6'5, black hair that was now revealing strands of gray, and he wore a black suit with a red tie.
"Hello my dearest darling, please take a seat." He gestured his hand to the couch in front of the desk.
I quickly make my way over to the couch afraid that I might stumble over my own two feet. As I reach the couch I softly sit down and adjust the hem of my dress. I then rest down the folder I brought with me on my lap.
I look up to Mr.Ryde who now is staring at me up and down with a white smile.
"Nice to meet you Charlotte, you look even more stunning in person." He says gracefully. I smile at the compliment. "Thank you Mr.Ryde you have really built such an amazing place." I compliment quickly nodding.
I then start fiddling with my hands hoping he won't catch onto the fact that I'm nervous.
His eyes then darted down to my hand that were on my lap.
"Are you nervous? No need to be, you're safe and sound here." He reassures me with a small smile and nod. I give the same smile and nod back.
"Ok Miss Evans, are you ready to prove your spot here?" He asks easing his eyebrows while crossing one leg over the other.
"Always." I declared flashing him a quick smile.
I then stand up with my folder and open it to the page full of dialogue then place it on his desk.
Without hesitation I start acting out the dialogue. I pour my best emotion into each line just like I had practiced in the mirror last night and over the last few weeks. I use my arms, face, eyes and everything in me to show that I'm an amazing actor. That I should be here. Nobody else.
In the middle of my dialogue I am suddenly interrupted by a frustrated and displeased looking Mr.Ryde.
"Stop please." He insisted putting up his hand signifying me to stop.
I then stop talking and stand there dumbfounded at his words. I thought I did exceptional, I really did. Was it too much? I had even asked Lena for some feedback and she approved of it way more than I expected.
What could I have done better? What should I have changed?
I then start to bite down on my lower lip anxiously.
"Look Charlotte, you're wonderful really." He admits as he gets up from his chair.
"I mean you're beautiful, just look at you!" He shouted dramatically, dipping his hands down. "I mean wow that face, and that body, you could really make it big here Charlotte." He sighs.
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